.:~Sizzling Honey~ A Barry.B.Benson Tale (Western):.

.:=~Sizzling Honey-The Scorching Sand~=:.

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TW: EMETOPHOBIA WARNING, DESCRIPTION OF CORPSE, BARRY.B.BENSON

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Jordan, one of the spectators, started to wretch. Wet, gagging noises erupted from his throat, as he evacuated the contents of his stomach, into the filled pale near by. The blistering heat from the baked sand caused the stench of vomit and death to fill the air, assaulting the senses. Harry's body lay limp and stiff, his now lifeless gaze fell upon an appearingly unwavered Barry.

"Barry!" A breathless voice shrieked. "Please tell me it weren't 'im that's next for the bone orchard!". A single glistening tear cascaded down his cornflower-coloured cheek. "BARRY!" the man cried once more. 

Barrys head tilted upwards and he made eyecontact with the bartender. At that moment, the world began to spin. Whether it was the blood continuously oozing from his shoulder, the pungent, intoxicating odor or the thought of a lead plum plunged deep inside his pectoral muscle, something had caused the usual curly wolf, to become lightheaded. His vision was speckled by dark spots like an old projector malfunctioning, until eventually englufing the screen. The last image before his eyelids slammed shut, Megamind spriting towards him with a harrowed look plastered upon his face. 

=Barry's POV=

"Honey!" A distant voice echoed, somewhere in the void of light. "Barry, your breakfast is ready!"

"W-who is that! How do ya know my name!" I stammered, my ears still ringing and my forehead still throbbing. However, my words fell upon death ears, as no reply came from the voice i couldn't quite place. 

"C'mon Darlin' yer gonna be late for that meetin'!" She hummed more insistently. That's when my eyelids slowly flickered open, the blurred image of what i assumed to be a kitchen, gradually focused. A hazy figure of woman I thought i would never again. 

"Vanessa, darlin' i'm not going to be late." I heard myself say. My eyes widened in shock as the realisation hit me like blue whistler. This was the day...I killed the love of my life...the only day i regretted pulling a trigger. Her gorgeous smile accompanied by her lively chuckle, exactly how as it was when I heard it for the last time. For the first time in forever, I felt tears prick my eyes, some already streamed down my face. The part i wish i could forget.

A loud knock, followed my a few more, reverberated through the narrow corridoor leading to the front doot. 

"I'll get it!" Vanessa's reaction sent a shiver down my spine as she cautiously made her way to the door. The sound of her footsteps, a sound i will always remember.

I WISH I DID SOMETHING. I COULD HAVE GONE MYSELF. IF ONLY I WENT TO GET THAT BLASTED DOOR. NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WISH, I CANNOT CHANGE THE PAST, NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRY, NO MATTER HOW MANY I KILL, NO MATTER HOW MANY WOMEN, I WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO FORGET VANESSA. 

"Well howdy ma'am"  A smug outlaw declared, before the click of his sixshooter followed by the scream that never left Vanessa lips. The back of her head was completely obliterated and the burning aroma of gunpowder would be a smell that will never leave my mind. Her eyes fell to the floor, litterally. Carmin coloured liquid splattered our crudely painted walls and as if in slow motion, trickled down.

"VANESSA!"

=Third Person POV=

Barry bolted upright, the tattered blanket covering his chest dropping. He'd look around the dingy room, a fire flickered lowly, coughing coal dust onto the moth eaten rug adjacent. Moulded walls encased Barry, trapping him in an unkown area. 

"You're awake!" Megamind avidly called. "Ya been out for two days, did 'ave a nice rest? That shootout se'med pretty 'eated"

Beads of sweat trickled down from Barry's brow and he wildly shook his head. "What did ya do that for! I was perfectly fine, and now you've made me look like some child that needs to be cared for." He hissed, quickly clutching the blanket to cover his exposed chest.

"Let me see if that bandage of yours needs changin'" Megamind also clutched onto the blanket, gripping it firmer then Barry could at that moment. "It smells like some crowbait and i need to check if it's infected" 

"FINE!" Barry relented dropping the mangy fabric once more, revealing a yellowed bandage wraped tightly around his chest. Megamind slowly unravelled the fabric, uncomvering the foul smelling wound. It gaped open and dribbled thick yellow pus down Barrys pecks. With a single blue finger, his amateur healer prodded the skin near the bullet hole. The wounded cowboy let out a pained yelp. "Still tender" Megamind remarked "...and most certainly infected". He abruptly left the room to grab a bottle of firewater. 

"W-what are you-" Megamind swiftly poured the agonising alchohol all over Barry's the wound. A piercing shriek escaped his lips and he gripped onto Megamind's forearm, leaving already colouring bruises. "You need to let me clean it!" He hushed Barry softly. Once almost the entire bottle was finshed, Megamind took one last swig of the remaining whiskey and then placed it gently onto the floor. 

Barry's hyperventilating filled the room, before megamind place a silencing finger to his lips. "Try to breath normally" He soothed replacing the bandages "I'm here for you ok".

"STOP IT! STOP TOUCHING ME!" Barry snapped agressively.

Megamind tenderly cupped his face and planted a swift peck on his cheek. "It's alright now, you're safe with me" He whispered into his ear "Nobody will hurt you whilst im by your side"

Barry started to calm down, layed back and starred at the ceiling. "Megamind?" He'd breathily murmur "Don't leave me..." His eyes slammed shut once more. 

"I wont ever leave your side partner." Megamind slowly stroked Barry's face as he dozed off. Back once more to the haunting memories of the past he once lived.

A spectacled man made his way past the clouded window.

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A/N: Sorry for the long wait, our entire city burned to the ground and we were both captured by Pennywise the dancing clown. However, we made our daring escape and thought the first thing we would do is update this cinematic, capitvating tale of love, death and conflict (and steamy romance). 

-Jack and The Beanstalk-